I just got off the phone with Jessica wherein I asked her to buy something for me at Costco.  She got a little put out by my request, which I didn’t know what to do with.  Then she confessed that she had planned on buying that very thing for me for Father’s day.  Drat.  Now she’ll have to buy one of the 200 other things that apparently she has on a list of things to buy for me.

I’m a goober.  Or as my sister-in-law Sha’i says, “You’re a dork.”